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 The first time I saw Pride & Prejudice in theaters, I gasped with almost everyone in the audience when Darcy confesses his love for Elizabeth. And even though I know the story backwards and forwards, I couldn't help but react. The way he just says it, unable to hold back his overwhelming feelings for her—it melted my little heart. The first time a boy told me he loved me, it happened almost the same way. It was unexpected and oddly enough, in a movie theater right before the film started. He looked at me in the semi-darkness and those three words came tumbling out of his mouth. My mind wasn't registering anything except for the fact that someone who wasn't an old friend or family—a boy—loved me. I wanted to say it back, but I grew so shy and all I could do was smile as the film started. The first time I told a boy I loved him, there was no reaction. Only a simple reassurance that we were what we were and nothing more. Our time had passed. |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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